Bruce opens his menu, silent still. "You didn't have to follow me." You say softly, leaning forward. He holds his head low, eyes on the menu as he reads, scoffing. "I hate that you think so low of me, (Y/N). I'm not stalking you." You sit back, not believing him. "I got the results back, but they're not going to do anything because there's too much media surrounding Crane. He won't do anything because he has the attention of esteemed professionals. Oz won't do anything because he has similar attention. He'll most likely stop the drops coming in and out of his club for the next couple of days until the media moves on to something else." He looks defeated to admit this as he focuses on the menu. "I have Kate looking into it while I'm not in Gotham."

"Not in Gotham?" You repeat.

He nods as Faith returns. "I'll get a BLT, but can I get it to go?" She nods, taking his menu. "Of course, Mr. Wayne. Right away. Straight away!" He chuckles at her earnest behavior as she leaves. "I'm remembering why I do not go out in public." He rubs his head, pushing his hair back as your eyes meet. "I can't waste resources going to Gotham for patrols right now. If I'm not needed, then I have to work on this thing with the Enterprises." You wait expectantly, knowing he must have thought of a plan. "I'm meeting with a Lucius Fox tomorrow morning. He's a very smart man, a businessman, an entrepreneur, and an inventor of sorts. I met him when I was doing a tour of Paris with my university. He's in town this week and with everything with the Enterprise, I think he will be a key for me." You nod, listening to Bruce speak. You could listen to him talk forever you realize, even if you don't really know what he means.

"We will be busy tonight, however," Bruce says as Faith returns with his sandwich. It seems quicker than usual, but you figure she told them it was for Bruce Wayne. It's in a brown cardboard box with the company name printed in cursive and a black bow. It's almost like a PR box. Bruce hands her his heavy black card and she marvels at it for a moment for going to run it.

"What are we doing tonight?" You ask once she leaves. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He winks as Faith returns. "Thank you so much for coming out tonight!" He nods his head as he pulls out a couple of twenties for the tip.

You don't see his car when you walk out. "I got a driver." He explains when you turn to him. You hand him your keys, not wanting to drive him. He adjusts the driver's seat, nervous. You don't think you've seen him nervous in a car before but you wish you kept the keys as he turns to you. "I'm sorry. This was my mother's car and I haven't been in it since I was a little boy..." You rest your hand on his thigh.

"It's okay, my love. I can drive if you want." He shakes his head as he starts the car. "I'm more comfortable driving." You put your seatbelt on as he pulls out of the parking lot. "Do you like football?" You make a face, shaking your head. "Not really." He laughs, "Don't worry, I don't either." It doesn't surprise you as he explains your plans.

"We're going to the game tonight. The Enterprises has shares with the Gotham Knights and I know for a fact that some of the execs will be there tonight in the luxury box. So will we." Your eyebrow raises. "What do you even wear to a football game?" He glances over at you. "Probably something like you're wearing except in the team colors." Your stomach slicks, thinking about going to the game, being around those people who think less of you. "There are two things going on here: I'm showing interest in the Enterprise and whatever goes on with the money ei: supporting the team and they see us together. They can say it's PR, but they won't be able to deny us as much when they see us without added cameras and flair that typically come with fake relationships."

You chuckle in disbelief. "You think they'll believe it?"

He shrugs, "I gotta start with something for us. I think doing more of these outings will help though so I'll leave that to you. Remember when you said you wanted us to do normal things? Here is your chance. It'll be dangerous no doubt because of what I'm doing, but this will help us. Like tomorrow morning after breakfast with Mr. Fox, we'll go look at rings." You peek over at him, your heart skipping beats. "You're very serious about marrying me?"

He nods firmly. "After I left, I kept thinking about us. When Gordon told me the disappointing news about not going after Scarecrow tonight, I thought of this as a way to double task. Plus, I can get to know you better through this. I know everything there is to know about you, I think, but sometimes I feel as though you are still a mystery." You look at your hand, raising up your boring left hand. "Well, whatever happens, you know I love you forever." You say, dropping your hand. "I love you too." His nervousness fades as he turns the radio up for some random Top 40 hits.

When you get home, he gets out quickly, opening your door. Before you can say thank you when you stand, his lips are on yours, pressing your back against the cool car door. He pulls away, his pupils enlarged as he rests his head against yours. "What time do you have to be at the stadium?" You ask finally as you hear the garage door open.

Alfred clears his throat. "Your jerseys just arrived." Bruce steps back, holding your hand, as he leads you to the kitchen entrance. "We'll leave at six. So we don't have that much time." You look up at the kitchen clock seeing it's almost four.

Alfred has the black and yellow jerseys laid out on your bed. They're custom you realize as you turn it over. 27 is the number and Wayne is the last name emboldened on top. Yours is the same. "(Y/N) Wayne..." You whisper as you run your finger over the jersey. You wonder how he got these made so quickly when he comes into the room.

"Don't they look good?" He asks as he takes off his suit jacket. You nod as you take off your cardigan. He doesn't hide his gaze as he stares at your chest, flicking up to your eyes. "I wish we had more time." He says after a moment as he unbuttons his shirt. You roll your eyes as he puts the white button-down in the hamper.

"What about a quickie?" You suggest, pulling off your shirt. He tsks, "You deserve so much more than that." You laugh as you sit on the bed. "No, we need to use our minds for this so we can be sharp and not hazy from lust." You let out a pornographic moan as you lie back on the bed. "I love when you talk strategy," You say in your best sexy voice as he rolls his eyes. "Well, I have to give you the rundown of who you will run into. If you go in there without the slightest idea, they'll devour you." Your stomach flips as you see the seriousness on his face.

"So, the current CEO is Marshall Heath. He was friends with my father. I don't like to gossip, but this is important for your learning." You sit up, as he stands in front of you, holding your chin up to meet his gaze. "He was married to his wife, Nancy, for 15 years. They have a fourteen-year-old daughter and a ten-year-old son. Well, they got a divorce a couple of years ago because Marshall was misusing Enterprise funds for his affair. It got swept under the rug and he got remarried to the girl. Her name is Chelsea. I haven't met her. It was ignored since there was so much misappropriation of the funds... I'm sure she's nice, but she's young. I don't think the other wives like her much. Don't let it influence you though." You wonder what she looks like, imagining a young woman with big doe eyes and other assets that would make a married man leave his wife and kids.

Bruce lets go of your face as he goes to the shower. "Will you join me?" He asks as the water runs. Your eyes glue to his chest as you're unsure. "We won't do anything. That's been established, but there's still much for you to learn." You undo your bra and pants as he pulls down his dress pants and boxers. He wraps his arms around your waist as he pulls you into an embrace, his kiss soft on your lips.

"Mr. Wayne," You say as you pull away, steam filling the room. He smirks as he steps into the shower. You're glad the steam clouds some of your vision as he continues. You always find yourself staring at his body, usually finding new bruises and scars, but they're mostly faded and yellowing today. You blink, realizing he's been talking the whole time as water runs down both of your bodies.

"Susan is nice I guess. I didn't find that much about her. Just be nice. Paul, most likely, will be drunk before halftime." You grab your loofa, lathering yourself in the fruity soap as you try to be a sponge and soak in the rest of the information.

It's odd seeing Bruce in a jersey and denim jeans. He looks a little out of place as he sits on the bed, smiling at you as you button your pants. "You don't look so emo right now." You say as he relaxes back. "Emo?" Bruce asks as he motions you over. You smile as you stand in front of him. You have thirty minutes left before you have to be out the door. He kisses your stomach, between your breasts, his hands cupping your ass. "Do I look welcoming?" He asks, peering up at you. You nod, running your fingers through his hair.

"I'd approach you..." Your breathing hitches as he pulls you closer.

"We should leave now before time gets away from us."

You bite your lip as heat flushes your cheeks, stepping back. "Of course," you mutter as he lets you go. He stands, kissing your forehead. "We still have more to cover. We can go the long way to the stadium. I hear they're going to do a memorial for the late Mayor Mitchell." Your eyebrows raise slightly as he takes your hand, leading you down to the garage. "We should see if Richard wants to come." You say as you reach the foyer.

He shakes his head. "I already did. Your mom said he had plans." You frown, wondering what plans could be more important than hanging out with you two at the football game, but drop it. If you and Bruce were going to go out more, you would have other opportunities to include Richard. Before handing you one, Bruce puts on a baseball cap with the Knights logo. "Do we look like football fans?" Bruce asks as you giggle. "Maybe. Or we look like we have a lot of merch." He grimaces before going through the garage.